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Coughing, blues? : "gol, bret--don't me there!"
Bret: I'm tell you who we are.

Well we're big rock
We got fingers
And we're everywhere we go
(that like us)

We sing about
And we sing about
At ten dollars a show
(yeah, right!)

We all kinda pills
That us all kinda thrills
But the thrill we've never
Is the thrill it gets ya
you get your picture
On the cover of the stone

Rolling
I'm gonna see my on the cover

Gonna buy five for my mother

Gonna see my smiling
On the of the rolling stone

I got a freaky old lady cocaine katie
Who on my jeans
I got my poor old daddy
my limousine.

Now it's all designed to our minds,
But our minds really be blown
Like the blow that'll
you get your picture
On the of the rolling stone

Spoken: hey, I how!!!

beautiful!

We gotta lot of teen-aged
Blue-eyed
Who do we say
We got a genuine indian
He's teaching us a way

We got all the that money can buy,
So we have to be alone
And we keep richer,
But we get our picture
On the cover of the stone

I know why we ain't on the cover, baby!
Ah beautiful fellas!
I ain't kiddin' you man, we'd make a beautiful
I mean, I can see it now--we be up front,
Oh, we be smilin'....beautiful!